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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Cupid's Mistake by Chantilly White Excerpt

Party-girl Allison Kelly has it all--great friends, a flourishing
business, and an active sex life. She's beautiful, busy and blissfully
fulfilled, with no time or inclination for a relationship. Sure, she
suffers the occasional twinge of loneliness. Who doesn't? But if her
latest boy-toy is unavailable, there's always another one at her
friend's dating service, Cupid's Cavalry.

Life has been
anything but a party for Benjamin Turner. Orphaned at fifteen, widowed
at twenty-three, he traveled the world on self-imposed exile, but he
couldn't outrun the loneliness eating away his soul. Finally home again,
he's dedicated to serious endeavors--ending world hunger, providing
clean water--not partying. But he's also ready to give life and love
another chance. It's Cupid's Cavalry to the rescue. Maybe.

He's
looking for stability. She wants a good time. Will Cupid's arrow find
its mark this Valentine's Day, or will their pairing prove to be Cupid's
biggest mistake?

EXCERPT

The
woman came in like a whirlwind, rustling the thick green leaves of
multiple potted and hanging plants near the front door of the
restaurant. Chattering to the maître d' and unwinding a long,
bright scarf from around her neck with one hand, she texted speedily
with the other, hardly looking at the screen.

That
hair. Wild copper curls cascaded almost to her waist, shot through
with strands of pure gold. Ben knew her instantly, even before she
turned around. The meaning of Sally's smirky grin as she'd sent his
mystery date's email confirmation suddenly became clear.

Tall,
slim, impossibly sexy in painted-on black jeans and high-heeled
boots, she hustled toward his table, her head now bent over the cell
phone in her hand, a slight frown marring her perfect complexion. She
caught the edge of her full bottom lip between brilliantly white
teeth, and he cursed the unwelcome bump in his pulse.

It
was Sally's neighbor from New Year's Eve. The Princess.

Great.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Allison
navigated the tables without looking up from her phone, sacrificing
her usual flair for making an entrance in the interest of closing out
her business for the day. She hated running behind.

Depositing
her coat, scarf and handbag on the chair next to the one she dropped
herself into, and finishing up a strongly-worded text to the baker
bitch, Allison tossed the phone into her bag, turned emphatically
off. She didn't want even a silent vibration interrupting what
promised to be a pleasant lunch with a handsome man.

"Whew!"
she said, giving her hair a quick fluff. "There."

Turning
on her most brilliant smile, she finally looked up. And found herself
skewered by a pair of the most intensely-green eyes she'd ever seen.
Her breath stopped mid-inhale. The only thought in her head was,
"Well, damn it, I'm not ready for you," even as her heart
sighed, "There you are," as though the man sitting
across from her was the critical missing piece in the puzzle of her
life.

Which
was just ridiculous. There was nothing missing from her life.
Nothing. But. . .

Oh,
boy.

The
man had half-risen out of his seat, as though he'd intended to pull
her chair out for her but hadn't gotten the chance. Wow, he was huge.
Had she read that in his profile? She dated a lot of tall men—she
preferred them, since she was so tall herself—and it was hard to
gauge his full height behind the table, but he might be one of the
tallest she'd been out with in a while. Every inch of him radiated a
dangerous sort of sophistication. He wasn't Wall Street by any
stretch, but he could probably chew up a suit or three for breakfast,
then play a round of golf with the fourth.

A
little snap of sexual heat sizzled across her pulse points. She
resisted licking her lips.

He
sat again, those incredible eyes narrowed and glued to hers. There
was something familiar about him, something. . . She couldn't put her
finger on it. It was probably just his Cupid's Cavalry membership
photo tripping her up, but his expression was definitely off. He
didn't look remotely happy to see her. Men were always happy
to see her.

How
odd.

END
EXCERPT

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